A Glimpse of Perfection | | Chapter 1 - Get up (fic/sorta footy..but not exactly :P)
Title: A Glimpse of Perfection | | Chapter 1 - Get up | | s2
Characters: Roxanne, Sean Faris, John and Abigail Clancy,
Rating: G (sort of)
Summary: Finally after 4 years of university, Sean and Roxy are ready to head out of England and go to Spain for their masters. They’re not only going there for the education but for the football too, especially with the close ties with the team. Certain things will happen like never before.
Disclaimer: This is fictional. There is no way any of this happened (even though I wish it did :P)
Notes: Yea well 1) it’s not the best grammatical story, its def not the best story, but I did for fun because I’ve been planning for bout two years now :P but never got around to writing it :D.
2) this isn’t really the beginning of the actual story …its more like the sequel :s lmao I’m gonna finish up to a certain part than ill do it from the beginning, I just had to post what I had so far.
Feedback: Much appreciated!!! OO and I need a beta reader!!!! (fyi, I haven’t edited this chapter :P) LOVE u helene<333
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“Good morning London, this is Henry Rock on Radio 1, bringing you the best of today. It’s 7:29 am and it’s a wonderful morning on May 20th, so go out and enjoy yourself. Coming up, the oh-so popular “Mercy” by Duffy.” The radio blared the song out; I turned around, stretched my hand out, and harshly turned it off.
May 20th…something was important about today…but what was it. Suddenly my cell phone vibrated. It was a text, from Sean.
Get up!
O…right…it was the last day we had to go to practice. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t, clearly last nights effects hadn’t worn off yet, so I just lay there and tried to go back to sleep…until 5 minutes later another text came.
U up yet? U know I’ll bother u till u get up. =)
“Leave me alone!!” I yelled at the phone and put it on silent. Why couldn’t he just let me be? I could hear movement in the room beside me. John must have gotten up. As I listened to the noises coming from the outside, such as birds singing, I began to dose off, letting the sun’s rays coming from the window warm me up.
I awoke 10 minutes later from the noise of the telephone, Abigail picked it up, and I could hear footsteps coming up towards my room, then a knock.
“Roxanne,” John called, “it’s Sean.” He opened the door and came in and waited with the phone above my bed.
“Tell him to go stick it up his ass,” I heard him chuckle, as I mumbled into my pillow.
“I’d be my pleasure,” He said sarcastically with a laugh as he threw me the phone, and walked out of the room closing the door behind him. I waited till I heard his footsteps getting farther away from the door.
“Leave me alone! I don’t want to go!” I whined
“Stop whining, it’s our last day, we got places to go, people to see.” Sounding clearly annoyed.
“ALRIGHT!” I gathered all my energy and finally got up to a sitting position, “You’re an idiot”
“I’ve been told, alright, I’ll pick you up in about 45 minutes.”
“Ok,” and I hung up the phone, and just stared at the room. It was probably the last day I would ever wake up to these walls. Oh I had so many memories four years just flew by. I got up to get dressed. Black I thought, I have no clean black shirts. I put on my black jeans and went downstairs to go find Abigail and have some breakfast
“Look who’s up!” John exclaimed as I went over to give him a big hug, “aww, you’re going to miss us.”
“Yea…” I let go and took a bite form his butter smeared cinnamon bagel and went to go hug Abigail. She gave me a kiss on the head.
“We’re going to miss you to hun!” I smiled at her.
“Thank you! At least someone has something nice to say.” I looked at John.
“Hey you had a bite,” he pointed at the bagel, “that’s enough love from me!” he laughed as I stuck out my tongue. “I’m only joking! Come here!” He opened his arms; I went to go get another hug, this time a proper one.
“Oh Abi, do you have a black t-shirt I can borrow?”
“For this morning? Yup. Are your shirts dirty?”
“Yea, I haven’t had time to wash them”
“Aw, don’t worry about it I’ll wash your clothes so when you get back they’ll be ready.” She smiled and I gave her a smile full of gratitude.
“So,” John started as Abigail went to go get a shirt for me, “what are your plans?”
“Ok well, Sean is going to pick me up and were going to go to Anfield-” he gave me a look that seemed like I had said the cutest thing, “what?”
“Sean is just like your boyfriend, why don’t you just shag him already?” He said in the most enthusiastic way, my mouth dropped as he chuckled.
“John you pompous pig!” I exclaimed, “Sean is not my boyfriend, and I don’t shag my best friends!”
“I think you should.”
“Then I’ll be just like you!”
We started to get into an argument over shagging people, even though he was my older cousin, we still talked about people that way. We moved onto the topic about my ex-boyfriends, and some details about them and how they were all jerks. Eventually we were completely off topic. “ANYWAY!” I interrupted what he was going to say, “we’re going to Anfield and then we’re going to train till about 6 …not sure, maybe normal time.” I shrugged, “Then I’m coming back here with Fernando to get my stuff and then we’re going to go to his place, and Sean, Alvaro, Pepe and Xabi are pretty much going to do the same thing.” I paused to make sure I knew what I was going to say next, “O then Leila, Christiano, and Nani are going to meet up with us at the airport, which will go all the way to Detroit. Sean, Leila, and me are going to meet up with Dean there so we can go over to the Mercer’s for…you know,” I said uneasily and at the same time John gave me a sympathetic smile, “ for Jack’s funeral. The rest of them are going to fly to LA, and when were done with our thing in Detroit, Dean’s going to drive us to LA, cause there’s going to be some small welcome home party my mom’s throwing us, then we’re gonna stay a couple of days, then go to Spain.” I ended with a smile.
“Sounds like a normal schedule,” he said sarcastically as Abigail came back to the kitchen to hand me her shirt. I thanked her, took a sip of John’s orange juice and went upstairs to change. “Every time,” John muttered to himself, smiling.
I finished changing my clothes, packed my gym bag, and threw the rest of my black clothes in the load that Abigail was going to wash. Then I realized that I completely forgot to pack my carry on bag for the plane. I looked around my room for my small suitcase. I even went into the guest rooms to look but I could not find it. “JOHN!” I yelled because he must have known where it was since he did use it last for his business trip to the Alps.
“Under your bed!” Abigail yelled back. I dived for the bed, reached my hand under and grabbed the suitcase.
Gotch ya! I thought, ok so clothes, books, make up, hygiene stuff, entertainment, flip flops, hoodie, I listed the things I needed as I grabbed them, but then I realized I had already packed all my hoodies and sweaters, I’ll just ask someone. I started to add in more stuff, as I did this I started to think about my roommate for Spain, I still hadn’t received my letter for even the name, then I realized I didn’t have enough space…at all. I picked up the phone and dialed quickly.
“Hey, you’re finally up,” Sean answered sarcastically; music could be heard in the background.
“Yes I am, ok thing…uh, how many bags can we carry onto the plane?”
“Two”
“Awesome, thank you!” I could hear him laughing, and hung up. I had enough room in my black roxy duffle bag with my soccer equipment in it, so I would just add in things when I got back. I started to put the extra things in a separate place on the bed, suddenly the doorbell rang, echoing through the whole house, and I could hear John calling my name, “Coming!” I replied, as I grabbed my duffle bag, and my cleats hanging on the doorknob.
I ran downstairs kissed John and Abi on the cheek, ran out the door, and jumped into Sean’s car. We were late as it was.
“Hey!” I threw my bag in the back next to his, as the car started.
“So you ran out of room in your carry on?” he laughed
“Yes I did,” I laughed along, “By the way, did you get your roommate yet?” He gave me a confused look.
“O yea I already did.”
“Really, I still haven’t,” I pouted, “So who is he? Is he hot?” I laughed
“Sure” he smiled as he drove, “how would I know? But his name is Raymond Romanos.”
“Sounds Greek or Italian, hey you can be buddies, make lasagna all day, and I can come over and eat it!”
“What?” he laughed, turning on the radio.
“I miss my mom’s lasagna, hopefully she’ll make some,” I smiled and put my head against the window.
“You should stop partying, it’s getting to your head.” He laughed. The song switched to ‘I Wish It Would Rain’ by The Temptations.
“Why are you listening to Cracker Jack’s play list?” he shrugged, not looking away form the road, “is this you mourning?” I smiled to myself...thinking it was funny at the time. I put my head on the window again, listening to the song. I started to drift off, think really, until I actually fell asleep.
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Characters: Roxanne, Sean Faris, John and Abigail Clancy,
Rating: G (sort of)
Summary: Finally after 4 years of university, Sean and Roxy are ready to head out of England and go to Spain for their masters. They’re not only going there for the education but for the football too, especially with the close ties with the team. Certain things will happen like never before.
Disclaimer: This is fictional. There is no way any of this happened (even though I wish it did :P)
Notes: Yea well 1) it’s not the best grammatical story, its def not the best story, but I did for fun because I’ve been planning for bout two years now :P but never got around to writing it :D.
2) this isn’t really the beginning of the actual story …its more like the sequel :s lmao I’m gonna finish up to a certain part than ill do it from the beginning, I just had to post what I had so far.
Feedback: Much appreciated!!! OO and I need a beta reader!!!! (fyi, I haven’t edited this chapter :P) LOVE u helene<333
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“Good morning London, this is Henry Rock on Radio 1, bringing you the best of today. It’s 7:29 am and it’s a wonderful morning on May 20th, so go out and enjoy yourself. Coming up, the oh-so popular “Mercy” by Duffy.” The radio blared the song out; I turned around, stretched my hand out, and harshly turned it off.
May 20th…something was important about today…but what was it. Suddenly my cell phone vibrated. It was a text, from Sean.
Get up!
O…right…it was the last day we had to go to practice. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t, clearly last nights effects hadn’t worn off yet, so I just lay there and tried to go back to sleep…until 5 minutes later another text came.
U up yet? U know I’ll bother u till u get up. =)
“Leave me alone!!” I yelled at the phone and put it on silent. Why couldn’t he just let me be? I could hear movement in the room beside me. John must have gotten up. As I listened to the noises coming from the outside, such as birds singing, I began to dose off, letting the sun’s rays coming from the window warm me up.
I awoke 10 minutes later from the noise of the telephone, Abigail picked it up, and I could hear footsteps coming up towards my room, then a knock.
“Roxanne,” John called, “it’s Sean.” He opened the door and came in and waited with the phone above my bed.
“Tell him to go stick it up his ass,” I heard him chuckle, as I mumbled into my pillow.
“I’d be my pleasure,” He said sarcastically with a laugh as he threw me the phone, and walked out of the room closing the door behind him. I waited till I heard his footsteps getting farther away from the door.
“Leave me alone! I don’t want to go!” I whined
“Stop whining, it’s our last day, we got places to go, people to see.” Sounding clearly annoyed.
“ALRIGHT!” I gathered all my energy and finally got up to a sitting position, “You’re an idiot”
“I’ve been told, alright, I’ll pick you up in about 45 minutes.”
“Ok,” and I hung up the phone, and just stared at the room. It was probably the last day I would ever wake up to these walls. Oh I had so many memories four years just flew by. I got up to get dressed. Black I thought, I have no clean black shirts. I put on my black jeans and went downstairs to go find Abigail and have some breakfast
“Look who’s up!” John exclaimed as I went over to give him a big hug, “aww, you’re going to miss us.”
“Yea…” I let go and took a bite form his butter smeared cinnamon bagel and went to go hug Abigail. She gave me a kiss on the head.
“We’re going to miss you to hun!” I smiled at her.
“Thank you! At least someone has something nice to say.” I looked at John.
“Hey you had a bite,” he pointed at the bagel, “that’s enough love from me!” he laughed as I stuck out my tongue. “I’m only joking! Come here!” He opened his arms; I went to go get another hug, this time a proper one.
“Oh Abi, do you have a black t-shirt I can borrow?”
“For this morning? Yup. Are your shirts dirty?”
“Yea, I haven’t had time to wash them”
“Aw, don’t worry about it I’ll wash your clothes so when you get back they’ll be ready.” She smiled and I gave her a smile full of gratitude.
“So,” John started as Abigail went to go get a shirt for me, “what are your plans?”
“Ok well, Sean is going to pick me up and were going to go to Anfield-” he gave me a look that seemed like I had said the cutest thing, “what?”
“Sean is just like your boyfriend, why don’t you just shag him already?” He said in the most enthusiastic way, my mouth dropped as he chuckled.
“John you pompous pig!” I exclaimed, “Sean is not my boyfriend, and I don’t shag my best friends!”
“I think you should.”
“Then I’ll be just like you!”
We started to get into an argument over shagging people, even though he was my older cousin, we still talked about people that way. We moved onto the topic about my ex-boyfriends, and some details about them and how they were all jerks. Eventually we were completely off topic. “ANYWAY!” I interrupted what he was going to say, “we’re going to Anfield and then we’re going to train till about 6 …not sure, maybe normal time.” I shrugged, “Then I’m coming back here with Fernando to get my stuff and then we’re going to go to his place, and Sean, Alvaro, Pepe and Xabi are pretty much going to do the same thing.” I paused to make sure I knew what I was going to say next, “O then Leila, Christiano, and Nani are going to meet up with us at the airport, which will go all the way to Detroit. Sean, Leila, and me are going to meet up with Dean there so we can go over to the Mercer’s for…you know,” I said uneasily and at the same time John gave me a sympathetic smile, “ for Jack’s funeral. The rest of them are going to fly to LA, and when were done with our thing in Detroit, Dean’s going to drive us to LA, cause there’s going to be some small welcome home party my mom’s throwing us, then we’re gonna stay a couple of days, then go to Spain.” I ended with a smile.
“Sounds like a normal schedule,” he said sarcastically as Abigail came back to the kitchen to hand me her shirt. I thanked her, took a sip of John’s orange juice and went upstairs to change. “Every time,” John muttered to himself, smiling.
I finished changing my clothes, packed my gym bag, and threw the rest of my black clothes in the load that Abigail was going to wash. Then I realized that I completely forgot to pack my carry on bag for the plane. I looked around my room for my small suitcase. I even went into the guest rooms to look but I could not find it. “JOHN!” I yelled because he must have known where it was since he did use it last for his business trip to the Alps.
“Under your bed!” Abigail yelled back. I dived for the bed, reached my hand under and grabbed the suitcase.
Gotch ya! I thought, ok so clothes, books, make up, hygiene stuff, entertainment, flip flops, hoodie, I listed the things I needed as I grabbed them, but then I realized I had already packed all my hoodies and sweaters, I’ll just ask someone. I started to add in more stuff, as I did this I started to think about my roommate for Spain, I still hadn’t received my letter for even the name, then I realized I didn’t have enough space…at all. I picked up the phone and dialed quickly.
“Hey, you’re finally up,” Sean answered sarcastically; music could be heard in the background.
“Yes I am, ok thing…uh, how many bags can we carry onto the plane?”
“Two”
“Awesome, thank you!” I could hear him laughing, and hung up. I had enough room in my black roxy duffle bag with my soccer equipment in it, so I would just add in things when I got back. I started to put the extra things in a separate place on the bed, suddenly the doorbell rang, echoing through the whole house, and I could hear John calling my name, “Coming!” I replied, as I grabbed my duffle bag, and my cleats hanging on the doorknob.
I ran downstairs kissed John and Abi on the cheek, ran out the door, and jumped into Sean’s car. We were late as it was.
“Hey!” I threw my bag in the back next to his, as the car started.
“So you ran out of room in your carry on?” he laughed
“Yes I did,” I laughed along, “By the way, did you get your roommate yet?” He gave me a confused look.
“O yea I already did.”
“Really, I still haven’t,” I pouted, “So who is he? Is he hot?” I laughed
“Sure” he smiled as he drove, “how would I know? But his name is Raymond Romanos.”
“Sounds Greek or Italian, hey you can be buddies, make lasagna all day, and I can come over and eat it!”
“What?” he laughed, turning on the radio.
“I miss my mom’s lasagna, hopefully she’ll make some,” I smiled and put my head against the window.
“You should stop partying, it’s getting to your head.” He laughed. The song switched to ‘I Wish It Would Rain’ by The Temptations.
“Why are you listening to Cracker Jack’s play list?” he shrugged, not looking away form the road, “is this you mourning?” I smiled to myself...thinking it was funny at the time. I put my head on the window again, listening to the song. I started to drift off, think really, until I actually fell asleep.
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